Love Letters Kept

Love letters His love letters she kept in a shoe box Tattered now tied in ribbon lots That she takes them out when she’s blue And she feels there is nothing else to do These were the ones he sent to say That he wrote from long away When there was a lull in the fighting With shell and bullets stopped flying Now that’s all that is left for her These letters held for him no more For he stayed when others came home As he sleeps with his mates no longer alone And each year on Remembrance Day She takes the letters out straight away As she reads them all again With his smile remembered then. © Paul Warren Poetry